It's spanking time again! This is a story about Mike, Fin's brother. Hope you like it. :)
Holiday Michael Noose feared going home. He had received a bad grade and was sure his parents were going to kill him, so he decided to run away.
Mike, as the ten year old was nick named, went to their home in Miami with his 11 months older brother Coldham Fintan.
Instead of sitting with his brother at the kitchen table and start doing his homework, Mike went packing.
He had saved thirty dollars. He counted the money careful and put it away in his pouch. Mike chose his favorite t-shirt and a trouser as well as fresh underwear, a comic and a torch and stored it in his back pack.
He then sneaked into the pantry, taking a few apples, a large bottle of lemonade, frankfurters and bread.
He was a bit sad, but was ready for a big adventure and knew exactly where he was going to.
Mike wasn't worried his parents would miss him.
He turned left onto Old Cutler Road and headed north east, passing the Presbyterian Church. He was on Mitchell Drive and very near his destination, the Deering Bay Yacht Club, when a car stopped beside him. It was his mother. "Get in, Holiday Michael!" She ordered him, barely keeping her temper in check.
The ride home was completely silent. Mike knew he was in big trouble. He clenched and unclenched his bottom in anticipation. Mike was sure he was going to be spanked. What had he been thinking? Mike felt very sorry for himself. He wished he had managed to sneak onto one of the yachts and sail far, far away.
"Go to your room, Holiday Michael. Your father and I are going to deal with you when he returns from looking for you." "Yes, Ma'am." Beverly Noose parked the car in the garage. Mike hurried to his room.
Beverly knew her husband Coldham would be back within in the next twenty minutes. They had come up with a plan, when they realized Mike had been missing. He was searching to the west, she to the east and return within half an hour to see, if they had been able to locate Mike. Since they were going to punish their younger son, they wanted to give him privacy. Fin, as the older son was called, was going to be in the way. Beverly went calmly into the kitchen. Fin had finished his homework and was reading a book. Beverly sighed. She wished Fin was livelier and had a lot of friends like Mike. Unfortunately her older son was introvert. It didn't matter at the moment. "Honey, why don't you go to Barnes and Nobles? Here is fifty dollar. You can spend them on anything you like." Fin wasn't stupid and knew his brother was in trouble. His parents wanted to get rid of him. Since it was one of the few occasions he wasn't the reason for their scorn he smirked and hoped Mike was going to get it good. Fin was also happy about the fifty dollars he could invest into books. It was rarely his parents gave him gifts out of the blue. Couldn't Mike be more often in trouble?
Fin took the money, thanked his mother politely and left the house. Beverly had told him he could take his time.
Coldham arrived back a bit sooner than Beverly estimated. They discussed briefly how to proceed. Then they went up to Mike's room.
Mike was sitting on his bed starring a hole in the wall.
First Beverly asked why Mike had run away. When Mike's parents heard it was because of a bad grade, they re-assured him it wasn't the end of the world and promised if he needed help they were going to support him. What was left was Mike's spanking, because he ran away. Coldham stated they were worried sick when they realized he was gone. "Imagine what could have happened! You could have been hurt or killed in an accident or somebody might have kidnapped you. You caused us so much grief! We both think you need to learn a lesson here. You can't run away from your problems, so please remove your pants and underpants completely. You won't need them for some time." Mike had the same feeling. He blushed a bit, because he felt embarrassed when he thought about standing naked from the waist down in front of his parents. Normally they simply asked him to pull down his trousers and when he was over either his mother's or father's knee, he had to raise his hips and they lowered his underwear as well.
Mike obeyed. His mother took the cloth from him and folded them neatly, then put them away. Mike was very body conscious. Thank goodness he was wearing a long t-shirt so his genitals were hidden from view. "Your father is going to give you thirty smacks." Beverly told Mike. Coldham took a seat on his son's bed. He signaled Mike to bend over his knees. Reluctantly Mike obeyed. He hated being in that position, but was glad his mother wasn't going to punish him. She was the harder spanker. After a few adjustments Mike's behind offered the perfect target. Coldham pulled Mike's t-shirt up a bit, so it wasn't in the way or offered any protection.
Coldham looked down at Mike's white bottom. It wasn't going to stay that way for long. Coldham raised his hand and brought it down hard on Mike's right buttock. He waited about ten seconds before smacking the same spot again. Coldham changed to the left cheek. Mike only reacted from the fifth slap. He squirmed slightly and a soft moan escaped. Coldham changed the rhythm to a faster pace, but still as hard. The spanks echoed in the room. Mike tried to be brave about it, to keep still and not to cry out. It was tough. The heat built up considerately after what Mike guessed was the eleventh slap. He squirmed more and to his chagrin cried out. He couldn't keep his voice down. The pace slowed down again, making Mike much more aware of the pain caused by his already stinging behind and the continued assault on it. His eyes filled with tears and finally they rolled down his face.
For the last few spanks Coldham concentrated on Mike's sit spots. They made Mike cry harder and if Coldham wouldn't have held Mike in place Mike would have slid to the ground, escaping his fair punishment.
After the 30th slap Beverly and Coldham admired his handiwork. It was understandable Mike was sobbing. His behind was fire red and hot to the touch.
"Now, now, you're punishment is over, darling." Beverly said soothing and Coldham circled Mike's back in soft circles. "Everything is forgiven, Mike. You can get up." Coldham added. Mike didn't want to move. He was very sore. "Take your time." Beverly ruffled his hair. After a minute or so Mike had his tears better under control and felt ready to stand up. He wanted nearness and hugged his father. He mumbled into his dad's shirt: "I'm sorry, Dad." "That's okay, honey, we all make mistakes and you have paid for it. I love you, Mike." "I love you too, Dad." Coldham hugged Mike even tighter, then released him, grabbed a tissue from Mike's night stand and wiped away the tears.
Beverly hugged Mike briefly and then suggested he should go to bed.
Mike was within minutes asleep on his stomach. When he woke up the next morning he wasn't in pain and all was forgiven and forgotten.
Holiday Michael Noose feared going home. He had received a bad grade and was sure his parents were going to kill him, so he decided to run away.
Mike, as the ten year old was nick named, went to their home in Miami with his 11 months older brother Coldham Fintan.
Instead of sitting with his brother at the kitchen table and start doing his homework, Mike went packing.
He had saved thirty dollars. He counted the money careful and put it away in his pouch. Mike chose his favorite t-shirt and a trouser as well as fresh underwear, a comic and a torch and stored it in his back pack.
He then sneaked into the pantry, taking a few apples, a large bottle of lemonade, frankfurters and bread.
He was a bit sad, but was ready for a big adventure and knew exactly where he was going to.
Mike wasn't worried his parents would miss him.
He turned left onto Old Cutler Road and headed north east, passing the Presbyterian Church. He was on Mitchell Drive and very near his destination, the Deering Bay Yacht Club, when a car stopped beside him. It was his mother. "Get in, Holiday Michael!" She ordered him, barely keeping her temper in check.
The ride home was completely silent. Mike knew he was in big trouble. He clenched and unclenched his bottom in anticipation. Mike was sure he was going to be spanked. What had he been thinking? Mike felt very sorry for himself. He wished he had managed to sneak onto one of the yachts and sail far, far away.
"Go to your room, Holiday Michael. Your father and I are going to deal with you when he returns from looking for you." "Yes, Ma'am." Beverly Noose parked the car in the garage. Mike hurried to his room.
Beverly knew her husband Coldham would be back within in the next twenty minutes. They had come up with a plan, when they realized Mike had been missing. He was searching to the west, she to the east and return within half an hour to see, if they had been able to locate Mike. Since they were going to punish their younger son, they wanted to give him privacy. Fin, as the older son was called, was going to be in the way. Beverly went calmly into the kitchen. Fin had finished his homework and was reading a book. Beverly sighed. She wished Fin was livelier and had a lot of friends like Mike. Unfortunately her older son was introvert. It didn't matter at the moment. "Honey, why don't you go to Barnes and Nobles? Here is fifty dollar. You can spend them on anything you like." Fin wasn't stupid and knew his brother was in trouble. His parents wanted to get rid of him. Since it was one of the few occasions he wasn't the reason for their scorn he smirked and hoped Mike was going to get it good. Fin was also happy about the fifty dollars he could invest into books. It was rarely his parents gave him gifts out of the blue. Couldn't Mike be more often in trouble?
Fin took the money, thanked his mother politely and left the house. Beverly had told him he could take his time.
Coldham arrived back a bit sooner than Beverly estimated. They discussed briefly how to proceed. Then they went up to Mike's room.
Mike was sitting on his bed starring a hole in the wall.
First Beverly asked why Mike had run away. When Mike's parents heard it was because of a bad grade, they re-assured him it wasn't the end of the world and promised if he needed help they were going to support him. What was left was Mike's spanking, because he ran away. Coldham stated they were worried sick when they realized he was gone. "Imagine what could have happened! You could have been hurt or killed in an accident or somebody might have kidnapped you. You caused us so much grief! We both think you need to learn a lesson here. You can't run away from your problems, so please remove your pants and underpants completely. You won't need them for some time." Mike had the same feeling. He blushed a bit, because he felt embarrassed when he thought about standing naked from the waist down in front of his parents. Normally they simply asked him to pull down his trousers and when he was over either his mother's or father's knee, he had to raise his hips and they lowered his underwear as well.
Mike obeyed. His mother took the cloth from him and folded them neatly, then put them away. Mike was very body conscious. Thank goodness he was wearing a long t-shirt so his genitals were hidden from view. "Your father is going to give you thirty smacks." Beverly told Mike. Coldham took a seat on his son's bed. He signaled Mike to bend over his knees. Reluctantly Mike obeyed. He hated being in that position, but was glad his mother wasn't going to punish him. She was the harder spanker. After a few adjustments Mike's behind offered the perfect target. Coldham pulled Mike's t-shirt up a bit, so it wasn't in the way or offered any protection.
Coldham looked down at Mike's white bottom. It wasn't going to stay that way for long. Coldham raised his hand and brought it down hard on Mike's right buttock. He waited about ten seconds before smacking the same spot again. Coldham changed to the left cheek. Mike only reacted from the fifth slap. He squirmed slightly and a soft moan escaped. Coldham changed the rhythm to a faster pace, but still as hard. The spanks echoed in the room. Mike tried to be brave about it, to keep still and not to cry out. It was tough. The heat built up considerately after what Mike guessed was the eleventh slap. He squirmed more and to his chagrin cried out. He couldn't keep his voice down. The pace slowed down again, making Mike much more aware of the pain caused by his already stinging behind and the continued assault on it. His eyes filled with tears and finally they rolled down his face.
For the last few spanks Coldham concentrated on Mike's sit spots. They made Mike cry harder and if Coldham wouldn't have held Mike in place Mike would have slid to the ground, escaping his fair punishment.
After the 30th slap Beverly and Coldham admired his handiwork. It was understandable Mike was sobbing. His behind was fire red and hot to the touch.
"Now, now, you're punishment is over, darling." Beverly said soothing and Coldham circled Mike's back in soft circles. "Everything is forgiven, Mike. You can get up." Coldham added. Mike didn't want to move. He was very sore. "Take your time." Beverly ruffled his hair. After a minute or so Mike had his tears better under control and felt ready to stand up. He wanted nearness and hugged his father. He mumbled into his dad's shirt: "I'm sorry, Dad." "That's okay, honey, we all make mistakes and you have paid for it. I love you, Mike." "I love you too, Dad." Coldham hugged Mike even tighter, then released him, grabbed a tissue from Mike's night stand and wiped away the tears.
Beverly hugged Mike briefly and then suggested he should go to bed.
Mike was within minutes asleep on his stomach. When he woke up the next morning he wasn't in pain and all was forgiven and forgotten.
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